Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

The other night I came home from work, and Hanna was standing on a chair by the sink, she had a bib on. Rhonda had her "washing dishes". There was some soapy water and a few dishes, and she was having fun. I said to her good job, and she's so cute sometimes, she closed her eyes slowly and got this "i'm so proud" grin on her face.

Also, this just in. Hanna is two years old. She's not above throwing a hissy fit now and then, especially when she's tired or hungry. If you take something from her she wants, hoo boy. She can get a little fussy when she's hungry, but it's amazing how she improves after she eats. A whole new person.

She chowed down at breakfast this morning. John didn't want to eat his cereal. So, he had some milk and cheese and lunchmeat.

Chilly and damp again here today. Sounds like it will stay like this at least through the weekend. Could see some snow flurries, especially on the weekend. Some more leaves have fallen, I wonder if I'll be able to get out and pick them up.

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